#tw: marijuana use

[stripeydnp]

danandphilsmoke . is this anything

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Green

Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Female Reader Chapter Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Chapter Summary: Jackson believes in a green future, which includes marijuana. You like to get high. Tonight, Joel joins you and you get to treat him like he treats you. Chapter Warnings: Smut, marijuana use, soft dom reader, sub Joel, m receiving oral, unprotected p in v, riding Joel's thick thigh, you bite Joel's stomach (because it has to be done), Joel watching himself masturbate in your mirror, Joel drinks water out of your hands. Words: 5,100 A/N: Happy 4/20! I wanted to give you another entry akin to Golden Walkway, a little peek into the future of my Elks babies. Please note, this can be absolutely read without knowing any of the story.

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Times never change instead of hiding your illicit use from your parents, now you hide it from a teenager. Joel and you always lock yourselves away in your home so you can get high... just in case Ellie needs something. Can’t be a bad influence.

You pull the box of papers and weed out of the drawer before sitting down on your couch.

“So you never really smoked much?” you ask, leaning over your coffee table preparing to build your joint.

“Mm, never really was my thing, too risky if I got caught growing up in Texas during the 'Just Say No' years. Had football eligibility to worry about ‘n then Sarah came, just never was the time for me.”

He leans back into your armchair, brown eyes intently watching your actions. You begin to crumble weed up and place it on your rolling paper. 

“Makes sense, it’s good for me when my nerves really get to me,” you begin to roll your joint, “helps kinda soften the harsh lines of reality a lot. Makes my body and my mind a little freer.”

You lick your cigarette closed and admire your handiwork, welcoming the anticipation of being with Joel while stoned. 

The match sizzles as you strike it against the box and spark your joint, rotating it in your mouth to light it up. Joel chuckles as you inhale the first hit. 

“What’s so funny?” you ask in a cloud of exhaled smoke.

“Nothin'. Maybe I should get high, s'making me hard just watching you do this.”

“Oh yeah?” you sit back against the soft couch cushions, joint dangling from your lips. 

“Yeah, maybe I should start, never was one for smoking though.”

“Mm, I can help, I can just blow the smoke into your mouth if you want to try it." Your heart begins racing at the prospect of Joel taking you up on the offer.

“Sounds good sweetheart." He pats his lap. “Now, come sit with me, have nowhere to be tomorrow.”

You stand and grab the ashtray, resting the joint between your lips. Your bare feet pad across the plush carpet of the area rug as you walk over to Joel. 

“Hi,” you smile out with a small puff of smoke. 

“You look so cute like this, little cigarette sticking out of your mouth, eyes all cloudy and happy. Love it when my girl is happy.”

You giggle at his compliment as you lift your leg up to rest on the chair, your foot tightly fitting within what little room is left on the seat between Joel’s thick thighs. His mouth rests slightly agape when he looks up at you, his usual furrowed brow a lot less creased, more relaxed.

“I am happy,” you answer as his hands begin to massage your calf. “You look a lot less grumpier than you normally look. That makes me happy.”

“Oh really?” 

“Yep,” you say before inhaling another hit. 

“Why don’t you make me happier and sit on my lap, that’d make me really happy darlin’.”

A plume of smoke blows out of your lungs as you place yourself on Joel’s lap, knees bent against his thighs and the armrests. The denim covered shape of his half hard cock rests against your cotton shorts. Your tits underneath your faded and holey t-shirt are right at Joel’s eye level. 

“S’nice,” he whispers staring forward at your chest. 

“My eyes are up here Joel,” you chuckle at your own joke, taking another hit.

“I’d tell you to knock it off, but your whole body’s shaking against me ’n your tits are bouncing in my face,” Joel grins leaning forward and kissing a breast through your shirt. 

Fuck, now that feels amazing. 

You reach the joint out to him. “Hold this.”

He takes it between his fingers, eyes concentrating on you taking your shirt off. So much for relaxed Joel. He holds up the joint, still in his hands, to your lips.

“Take a hit baby,” his voice gravels out, his cock hardening underneath, “‘n lemme have some.”

You inhale and move your mouth to his, forming a tight seal between the two of you. Joel welcomes the smoke and sucks in as you blow out. 

You grab the joint from him and take another pull as he exhales, a white cloud of smoke floating above the two of you. Your body feels so much lighter, your brain less complicated. 

“Can I have that back?” he asks. “Want to do the same you did for me.”

You hand him the joint, smiling a silent agreement.

He brings it up to his mouth, holding it between his thumb and pointer, the joint disappears between his large fingers save for the glowing orange embers that light as he takes a hit. He looks so fucking tempting, his cheeks slightly puffing out filling with smoke. Everything Joel Miller does is hot, but the way he drags on a joint, pillowy lips wrapping around the white paper, broad shoulders rising when he breathes in, this might just be the hottest you’ve ever seen him. When will you ever get tired of looking at this man?

You bring your lips to his and he exhales into your mouth. Oh, this is the best way to get high. You pull away, releasing the smoke from your lungs.

“‘Bout shot, don’t you think?” he raises the joint and looks at it.

“It’s shot."

He stubs the joint put in the ash tray. A luxurious comfortable groan leaves his lips when he looks at you, eyes heavier than usual, a little red and glazed. You’ve seen his eyes glazed over with lust numerous times, this glaze is a little lighter, a little happier. You scoot farther up his lap and move a finger up to pet the smoothness of the little heart patch in his beard. 

“How are you feeling?” you ask as Joel’s hands trace up and down your back. 

“Good, real good,” a deep exhale out of his lips answers. 

“Relaxed?” You ask, your finger moving to brush back and forth across his lips. 

“Mm.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this free before. A light smile underneath half shut eyes staring back at you, his whole face more relaxed. He looks good this way, you love when he’s happy and relaxed, you’ve never met anybody more deserving.

“Feels good,” Joel says as you rub your finger across his soft lower lip. A deep breath leaves his half parted lips, the air blowing against your finger. “Real good.”

“Good,” your hand moves to trace around his top lip, the hair of his mustache bristles against your finger. “I like making you feel good.” 

You feel the the lines around his lips rise when he smiles. “You’re so good at it baby.”

“Yeah? What do you like the most?”

“Mm, s'hard to pick. Love the way your eyes always blink as you cum for me, can always tells how good you’re feelin’ by how big your eyes get right before. Love the little gasp you always make when I start fuckin’ you. Love that you grab for my hands at any chance you get, like you need to touch me as much as you can. Love that you always need me.” The last sentence comes out the softest.

“I do need you,” you confess, “all the time.”

“I know baby,” he hugs you against his chest, “I need you too… so much.” 

“But, I do also need you for sex stuff, you know?"

Joel’s chuckle vibrates against you. “My girl’s funny, real funny.”  

“But really, what do you need tonight Joel?” You pull away from his chest and look him in the eyes. You love it when he compliments you, you love it when he calls you his girl. You love that he needs you just as much as you need him. 

“I need you to tell me what you want from me tonight.  Make me yours. Talk to me like I talk t’ya.” Joel’s eyes staring into yours as they widen with his admission. “I’m yours baby.”

A bit of trepidation lands in your brain. Joel’s always the one to depend on to chart the stars of your intimacy. He’s so good at predicting what you want, you let him navigate. The thoughts are silenced once you feel his hands move along your hips and thighs. You can tell he wants you to do this for him. You want Joel to experience what you feel after he’s done with you. You want him to believe in you like you believe in him. You sit up higher on him, feeling braver and bolder. Ready to bless him for his confession. 

“Okay. I’m going to get up, walk to the kitchen to get something to drink, and when I come back, I want you to stand in front of my mirrored wall over there. Keep your clothes on.”

You’re shocked by the confidence in your voice. Joel as well, his hands pause their movement as you speak. He stares at you, his mouth slightly open in surprise. 

You rise up off of Joel, folding your arms across your naked chest. “Understand?”

“Y-y-yes,” Joel stutters. 

“Good,” you wink and turn towards the kitchen, your confident steps leaving a bewildered Joel in your chair. You’ve never acted like this, your brain swirling with ideas of what you want to do, what you want to say, how you want to make him feel. 

You grab two glasses out of your cupboard and fill them with water. Your mouth is parched, you’re sure Joel’s is too. You walk back to your living room, your courage building with each step closer. You know you’re ready when you see Joel standing as instructed in front of your mirror. 

“Hi handsome,” you walk to stand behind him, still topless and only in your shorts, his eyes moving from looking at his own reflection to your chest. You wouldn’t expect less from him, you love how he looks at you.

“Hi,” Joel whispers. You think he’s a little nervous, a little excited, he probably feels exactly how you feel. 

“I’m going to watch you watch yourself get undressed. I want you to listen to me and follow my directions, okay?”

“Yes,” his simple answer resolutely spoken as you put the waters down and turn the lamp on besides you, the light bathing both of you in a smoldering golden hue. You want to fully be able to watch Joel do what you have planned for him.

“Good, I don’t want to hear much from you, okay? I’m the one talking.” 

You like this feeling, you especially like the serious nod Joel gives you through the mirror. 

“Take your shirt off.”

You watch Joel’s hands move to the hem of his t-shirt and lift it over his head. 

“Give it to me,” you step forward and extend a hand out. 

The soft gray fabric is still warm with Joel’s body heat as it hits your hand. You bring it to your nose and inhale his scent. “You smell so good all the time. I love the scent of you.” You take one last sniff before putting his shirt on, his smell now encompassing you.

“Wh—“ 

“Quiet,” you interrupt Joel’s protest, “I don’t want to hear anything out of you, I want to smell like you and wear your shirt while I make you feel good.” 

He looks a little annoyed, you like that. 

“Look at your chest. It’s perfect. I love how your shoulders are so wide and so strong. I love how your arms are muscular and yet they’re so soft when I rest my head against them. I love how soft your stomach has gotten meaning you’re well fed and healthy. You like the praise baby?”

Joel nods as his eyes darken hearing you call him one of the pet names he always calls you.

“Unbutton and unzip your pants, but don’t take them off.” Your pussy getting wetter at the thought of the sights that you’re about to see, all directed by you. All broadcast on your mirror. 

Joel nods, as he unbuttons his jeans, his fingers move to his zipper and pulls it down. You love that he never wears underwear when he comes over. You love how you can see the trail of hair from his belly button down to his bush. He’s the perfect amount of hairy. He’s the perfect amount of manly. He’s just fucking perfect.

“Good. You’re thirsty right?” He nods. You lean over to the table and pick up a glass of water. “Drink all of this. Want to watch your neck move as you swallow it down.” 

Joel takes the glass and brings it to his lips, his eye contact not breaking with yours through the reflection. He takes a large gulp brows wrinkling with seriousness for the task at hand, no matter how significant or insignificant it is. It’s so Joel.

“I love watching you drink. I love how small the mug looks in your hand when you drink your coffee in the morning. I love how you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand after downing a whole glass of water when you’re hot. I love how gently form your lips around a glass of whiskey.” You finish your praise as he empties the glass, taking it from him and placing it on the table. 

“Good. Feel better?” 

He nods.

“Take your pants off,” you think of what Joel would say in this moment. “Lemme see all of you.” 

He smirks as he starts to move his jeans down his hips, he knows you’re going to love this part. His cock springs out as it’s freed, fully erect and throbbing, you knew you’d get him good and hard with your attitude. He bends over to shuck his jeans fully off, kicking them to the side, and when he stands up, shoulders back, dick hard and ready to follow your instructions, you almost fall to your knees. 

“God, you’re so fucking hot, baby,” you breathe out. His smirk still remains, he knows what he does to you. 

Your eyes roam his body, he’s so large and so thick, his body screams protector. He’s your protector. He provides for you. You love that you get to love him and make him feel this way. 

“I’m thirsty, why don’t you hand me my glass?” You love how seriously he follows your commands, like it’s the only thing that matters in the world. You love how powerful it makes you feel to see Joel readily do your every request. 

Joel turns towards the table and picks up the glass, handing it to you. 

“Thank you.” 

Another nod. 

You quickly drink the water down, save for the last quarter of it. “You’re still thirsty, aren’t you?”

This time it’s not just one slow nod from Joel, it’s three quick nods. He’s thirsty.

“Then come stand here in front of me.” 

You’ve enjoyed watching him from a couple of feet back, standing far enough to be able to see all of him in the mirror. Now that he’s right in front of you though, this is how you like him the most. Right beside you. 

You empty the rest of the water into your mouth, your cheeks swelling out with the amount you’re holding. You bring your palms up to your mouth and cup them together. Joel begins to breathe heavily as he watches you spit the water into your makeshift hand bowl.

“Now, drink it up,” you order.

He moves so fast, so eager to please. Joel’s head quickly craning down as his brown eyes look up at you. Your heart begins to race as his tongue comes out of his mouth and begins to lap up the water out of your hand. “I love how you’re looking up at me, you look at me the same way when you eat me out.” 

Joel grunts as he leans further forward and starts to suck the water up from your hand, never breaking eye contact. The groove of his dimple getting deeper as his cheeks hollow and he sucks up all of the water.

Now you wear Joel’s cocky smirk just like his shirt. You get to know him like he knows you, you get to play with his body like he plays with yours.

“Very good.” You move your hands to wrap around his erection, the slickness of the water allowing you to easily stroke him. A gruff breath leaves Joel’s mouth, the air landing against your face. You only leave your hands on him for a couple pumps, just enough until he begins to arch his back. His eyes widen as you remove your hands, a small “mmf” is let out of his pursed lips.

“I know, I know, I know you want more. You’ll get it soon. You’re being real well behaved for me, aren’t you?” 

Another nod. Joel still hasn’t spoken a word, you miss his voice but you also like to watch him challenge himself to stay quiet. 

“Face the mirror again Joel.”

He likes it when you say his name, he’s told you so many times how he likes to hear your voice say his name. 

“Touch yourself for me Joel.” 

His heavy eyes slowly shut as he bites his bottom lip with a moan, he liked that… a lot. He opens his eyes and with a look of determination, he spits in his hand before moving it down and gripping his shaft as he looks at you for his next command. 

“Stroke yourself for me.” 

He begins to slowly pump himself, savoring and watching himself in the reflection. His gaze anchoring in on pleasuring himself.

You wonder when the last time he did this was.

“When’s the last time you made yourself cum?” His movements falter as he looks up at you and takes in your question. “Go ahead, you can talk, tell me.” 

“That last night you were painting f’me,” a half smile shows up on his face as he begins to stroke again. 

Now you’re the one who only nods, your words lost at his confession. “Go on,” you muster up. You need to hear more. 

“Went to bed that night, ’n all I could see was your pretty eyes lookin’ up at me, how you looked in those overalls, I felt like I could still feel your lips on mine.” His strokes getting quicker, his hand pausing as he twists his hand around his tip. “Was so hard for you, had to take care of things before I could fall asleep.” 

Your whole body shivers, his words making your pussy begin to drip out onto your shorts. The look of his face as he recalls his memories. Those words added to all of his others that prove to you again that you have Joel’s heart, mind and body. He is yours. 

“God. Th—that’s good,” you breathe out, your eyes widening when you watch him bite his lip as he squeezes his cock. He has you flustered, and he knows, his mouth grinning into the signature cocky smirk he gets whenever you get like this. As if his sense of self blooms whenever he makes your heart race. 

You can’t allow him this pleasure over you, you’re the one in control tonight. You remind yourself that this is what Joel wants. You steel yourself and stand a little taller. 

“Stop,” you bark out. 

He obeys, mouth slacking open in shock at your raised voice. His hand unwrapping from around himself. 

“Good job, I think you were getting a little too comfortable, weren’t you?” 

Joel just stares at you, seems he forgot to nod. 

“I can’t let you have the power tonight, can I? Acknowledge me Joel.”

“N—no,” an actual stutter from Joel Miller’s mouth. Not a grunt, not a short one word answer, an actual nervous stutter. 

“That’s right. Now, I think you’ve had too much fun putting on a show for me. Go sit in the middle of the couch.” 

He nods, his broad frame passes by you, he doesn’t even take the time to look at you. 

You follow behind and wait until he takes a seat. You love seeing Joel on your couch, in your bed, using one of your bowls to eat oatmeal out of. You love seeing him in your space, all comfortable and domestic, but seeing him now naked on your couch, his hard cock sitting straight up, his large hands sitting atop his strong thighs, shoulders taking up most of the backrest of his seat, sitting ready to listen to your commands.  This is how you really like to see him. He’s fucking gorgeous. 

“So, you had your fun with your body, I want to have my fun with your body,” you stand over him. Now your body gets to loom over his. 

You bring the collar of Joel’s shirt up to your nose, inhale deeply and moan. “Have I told you before how much I love how your smell? Sometimes I’ll be wearing one of your shirts to bed I’ll smell your scent on it and it’ll make me wet while I’m trying to go to sleep.” The sound from Joel’s mouth makes you bolder. “One night, I might just knock on your door, in only your shirt and my jacket, make you help me take care of what smelling you does to me. Would you like that?” 

Joel shudders and furiously nods.

“Ohh, had a feeling you would,” you chuckle as you remove his shirt off of you. “I’m going to do something I've been wanting to do, okay?”

A nod, a groan, and a sigh now. The more reactions you get at once, the more you know how good you’re doing. 

You pull down your shorts, and kick them aside. His fingers grip into his thighs, his forearms straining at the sight of you. He’s going through it. 

“Can you see me glisten for you baby?” You ask as you lift your foot onto the couch cushion and snake your hand down in between your legs. “See how wet I got watching you touch yourself for me?” You take a finger and run it across your folds gathering your wetness. You hold it up for Joel, his eyes glued to your finger. “Open your mouth.” 

He listens. You slide your finger into his mouth, his lips forming around it, a low moan vibrating against it. 

“Put your hands on the couch, you can’t touch me, you can only watch. Okay?” 

Joel obeys. He still sucks your finger as you straddle his thigh. His skin radiates heat against you once you place your wet pussy on it. You’ve wanted to do this since you saw his bare legs for the first time, his thighs are so muscular and yet so supple, much like the rest of his features. Joel groans as you begin to ride his thigh, rubbing yourself back and forth against his skin. 

“You like how wet my pussy feels on your thigh?” You pull your finger out of his mouth. “Answer me Joel. Want to hear your voice.”

“Yes.”

“What do you like?” 

“Your wet pussy on my th— I like your wet pussy on my thigh,” his low cadence and the pressure against your aching cunt pushing you close to your orgasm.

“I’m going to make myself cum on your thigh, okay? I’m so close.” You begin to grind your hips down on his his thigh, putting the perfect amount of friction against your clit. 

Your hands splay against Joel’s chest, feeling his breaths and his moans rumble against your palms.

“I’m gonna cum on your thigh Joel.” You grab and pull on his chest hair as your climax reaches you, cresting over and spilling onto Joel’s thigh as you grind against it. Joel’s eyes boring into you looking forlorn and tortured that he can’t touch you as you cum on him. 

You rest your head against his shoulder as you catch your breath. You need to recover quickly, you’re ready to ride him. 

Joel grumbles as you stand back up. 

“Would you look at that? Look down baby, look how wet I got your thigh.” You place your hands on his thighs, a hand resting in the puddle of your slick left on his skin. You lean forward as he looks down and nibble the bare skin of his heart patch before licking your way down his neck and chest. “Should probably clean that up, huh?” You ask as your rest your lips against the plush of his belly before gently biting it. 

He groans as you move your mouth down, bypassing his hard cock to the side. You stick your tongue out and lick a long stripe up his thigh tasting yourself as you clean his skin. His breathing turns more labored as he watches you lick yourself up.

“Mm, wonder how I’d taste licking my cum off your cock?” You ask, nuzzling your head into his crotch, his hard cock throbbing against your cheek.

His hips jut as you turn your head and kiss the shaft of him. 

“You’re going to cum fast for me, aren’t you?” You leave a kiss on his shaft higher than your last one.

“I love how hard you always cum for me,” another kiss moving your way up his hardness. 

“I love the way you fuck my mouth while you cum down my throat,” another kiss.

“I love the way my name sounds as you chant it when I make your legs shake,” another kiss right under his tip.

“I love how your cum tastes as I lick it from my lips,” another kiss on his tip, tasting the precum collected on it. 

“Fuck,” he finally utters, not being able to hold back as you lick along the trail of where you just kissed him.

“Shhhh,” you silence against the soft skin of his firmness. “I think it’s about time for me to fuck you, before you get any more ideas about talking.”

Another deep exhale from him, his nose flaring in frustration. You fucking love this. 

“Put your hands on the top of your head, and don’t you dare lower them. Don’t touch me, okay?”

Joel nods raising his hands as you plant yourself back on the couch, straddling his legs. His eyes follow your body, his brows a bit more furrowed now. 

You hover your pussy over his cock, leaving enough space between the two of you that if he really wanted, he could raise his hips and stick his cock in, but he doesn’t. He wants to do good for you. 

“Open your mouth,” you angle your head forward, your lips right in front of his. Joel’s mouth opens, his heavy breathing hitting you in the face, as you lick into his mouth.

You swirl your hips over his cock slowly lowering yourself on him, you’re so soaked for him he easily slides into you. 

A long sigh escapes the back of his throat as you begin to ride him. You pull back from his mouth and rest your hands against his chest. His hands still sit on top of his head, you glance up and see how he’s grabbing at his hair in exasperation. 

He watches as you move your hands from his chest to yours, cupping your breasts and playing with your nipples. 

“Like watching me touch my tits like the way you do? Like how I pinch and pull my nipples like you?”

High pitched moans and groans of frustration leave his mouth. Joel Miller is whimpering. 

“Shhhh, shhh, I know baby. Now quiet. Want to hear my wet pussy ride you, stay quiet,” you say grabbing his jaw and pushing his mouth shut. 

You begin fucking him harder, the sound of your wet cunt bouncing on him and his whimpers the only sounds in the room. You lean forward and rest your head in the juncture between his head and shoulder. You slam yourself up and down on him, the rapidness of your movements matching the rapidness of your heart as you bring yourself close to your orgasm.

Your back straightens as you place your hands on his biceps, staring in his big brown eyes as your body snaps, your pussy clutching his cock as you cum around Joel. He bites his bottom lip fighting his orgasm for as long as he can. His biceps straining against your grasp as you feel his body begin to quake. 

“Clooooose,” he husks. You slip out of him, moving quickly on shaky legs through the aftershocks of your orgasm kneeling down in front of him. His hands are still in his hair as he looks down at you, watching you seal your mouth over him. You bob your head up and down on him as he cums down your throat. 

You swallow all of him down as he chants your name. His hands lower, resting against the hollows of your cheeks as you still keep his softening cock in your mouth.

You stare up at him, his hair left awry and twisted from his hands, eyes wide and still blown out as he blinks down at you, his chest rising and falling still catching his breath. He looks at you, like you’re the only thing in this world. You are the center of his universe. 

[gearbroth]

didn’t plan on posting this really ever sdjkfha but today’s an excuse so whatever

[aesthetic-otd]

Today's aesthetic is waif

[sleepysnk]

causally thinking about having car sex while high with hanma <3.

he’d be so touchy in the car with you while you’re both smoking a blunt. he would be watching you with those half lidded eyes that you could get lost in, and his mouth can’t help but water when he thinks about stuffing you with his thick cock. he would start flirting with you then eventually have you sitting atop his lap while you grind on his lap. his cock would be painfully hard inside of his sweatpants and the high from the weed is only making him more turned on. he has all of these lewd thoughts about you and he’s not shameful about it whatsoever.

soon enough, he would have you on top of him with his cock nice and snug inside your dripping pussy. your senses are completely heightened from the high and you’re lost in complete bliss with him. he would just rub his thumb on your pretty lips while you whine his name oh so nicely.

“yeahhh, that’s it, babydoll. take my cock like a good girl.. i know you can do it.”

[3-2-whump]

Long Weekend

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The premise: The mafia boss is away on a long business trip; and he asks Nico to look after Khaled for the weekend.

I know my handwriting is crap, so text reads as follows:

K: Can you believe it? A long weekend business trip! A whole Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to do whatever we want to do! I was thinking we could start with a movie, maybe go to the beach, play some soccer- N: -All of that is entirely possible, but first, I gotta pick up a friend... K: Wait, this isn't the same friend that gave me a pint of beer that one time, is it? N: No, it's him. J: What? You gonna start on all the fun without me? K: Julio! Wait, you two know each other? Okay, how did that happen? J: Uh- N: Doesn't matter! Now, about that movie you wanted to see...

How They Spent Their Long Weekend:

Movie Scene:

N: *has seen Spirited Away +100 times by now, still cries every time* K: *seeing Spirited Away for the first time, already loves it* J: *has seen Spirited Away ~5 times (?), is currently enjoying the popcorn*

Hookah Scene:

N: This is really nice. We should come back here some day, like maybe for your birthday.

Keep-Away Scene:

N: Wait, why am I in the middle? J: Because, Mr. 'Real Football,' Khaled and I know what to do with our feet!

High AF Scene:

N: Duuuuuuuude, you have got to bring those pot brownies again J: 'mkay K: *asleep already*

Pride Fest:

*no dialogue*

Cleaning House:

N: I'm back from the liquor store! God damn, the Boss has some expensive tastes... J: You know, of all the ways I thought we'd spend our last day of our epic weekend together, cleaning this bastard's apartment for free was not what I imagined. K: Less bitching, more vacuuming! Unless you want to use your tongue to clean the floors! (You don't btw, it sucks :P)

Mainly this was because I wanted to draw the trio in fun and fluffy situations before shit gets real. I'm sorry/not sorry I didn't outline and color the whole thing, but I put my whole pussy into that first page and was like "nope" for the rest tbh.

(Plus drinking and outlining do not mix, apparently)

Enjoy the long weekend my OCs desperately deserve, and Happy (Near End of) Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈

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[newtabfics]

In Understanding

astarion x y/n

Summary: Y/N worries over Astarion after he goes off after an insult that feels a bit too personal from Shadowheart. She offers to talk to him, which results in a heart-to-heart between a vampire and a stoner.

Triggers for smoking weed and brooding/angsty thoughts.

The crickets chirped loudly in sync with the frogs almost. The water lapped delicately at the shoreline, as a vampire sat in a tree, leg hanging lazily as he read his book.

Or, attempted to read at least.

"Nothing but a heartless leech!"

He scoffed and glared at the sky as those words milled through his head again. True he was a vampire. And true he could be heartless.

But was that all he was to them? 

He couldn't help but wonder this, but the twig snapping underfoot alerted him. He turned to see her. Y/N was looking at the stick as she pulled her foot back nervously before meeting his gaze. She looked like a lost child caught sneaking around.

Y/N composed herself and smiled gently. "Found you," She said.

He hummed. "What is it you want?" He bit out, turning back to his book. "I'm busy."

"I wanted to check on you," She said, hands sinking into the pockets of her pants.

Astarion scowled, studying her. She was at ease. Her guard was down entirely despite the still healing holes in her neck. 

"I'm not a child," He scoffed.

"Well great!" She beamed, pulling out a small rolled-up paper. His nose twitched as he detected the herbs inside. She grinned. "Cuz I wouldn't smoke with a kid. Want a hit?"

He blinked at that then closed his book as she approached. "Sure." 

Y/N leaned against the tree below his branch, handing it up to her. When he inspected it in an attempt to understand how to light the damn thing as he left his matches in the tent when he hears a soft-spoken spell.

Looking up, Y/N's thumb was up, a small flame flickering above it like a tiny torch. He smirked. "Show off," He hummed as he let her light it, taking a slow inhale.

"Coming from you?" She smirked at him. She watched him take a hit before passing it back to her. Carefully, she took a hit, wincing as she felt the drug quickly take her mind. "Shit," She coughed, smoke escaping.

"Too strong?" Astarion exhaled with a smirk.

"Yeah, actually," She chuckled. "This is from the druids when we saved them. Gift from Halsin…though I do wonder if he'd hoped I would try it with him around." Astarion smirked. "I still can't believe you turned him down. He is a handsome druid."

"Honestly? That's it. He doesn't really get the humor like you do," She hummed as she took another hit before passing the blunt to him.

Astarion's eyebrow raised as he took it. He inhales slowly as his red eyes dart over to the lake before them, sighing out the smoke.

"So, the man needs to understand your humor?" He asked curiously. "What about other things? What's the type of man that makes the fearless Y/N swoon?"

She smirked. "Firstly, it doesn't have to be a man. Preferred? Yes. Required? No. Secondly…a lot of things."

"Such as?" He hummed as she met his eyes. He could see the drug was hitting her much harder, though there was still some lucidness about her.

"Well, having fangs is a good start," She joked, smirking at the quirk of his lips. "Maybe a devilish smile. A love for holding me hostage on sight. What else?"

"Oh is that all? There's three I've already checked off. What else?" He asked, enjoying this banter.

"A kind heart."

"Oh please," He scoffed. "If you were going to recite poetry–"

"You really don't think you're kind? Is it cuz of Shadowheart?" She cut in quickly, blinking up at him. "Cuz…she's wrong."

"Is she now," He muttered, keeping his eyes firm against the water.

She studied him for a moment as she eyed the water carefully. So many words that could be said…but what were the right ones, she wondered.

"I think you're kind," She said, taking a hit when he passed it to her. Her words became muddled. "You do good stuffs and bad stuffs but that doesn't make you bad. You make us smile with your humor. You don't mince your words and voice everyone's thoughts. You're a perfect fit in this group of misfits, Astarion."

Astarion eyed her a moment before laughing softly. "Even when I hold them hostage?" He teased.

"That's for me only," She giggled, slumping against the tree entirely as she eyed the river before ripping off her boots.

He blinked as he watched her hike up her pants around her knees before jumping into the water. Astarion rolled his eyes. "You're high off your rocker," He chuckled.

"You're high off your rocker," She bit back with a giggle.

"Very clever. Did you work on that one?" His voice dripped with mirth and excitement.

He blinked when she bit her lip as he watched her hands glow with magic. Her hands moved in a quick pattern. Like a snake charmer, she coaxed the water from the river up until a small tendril of water was at her will.

Astarion watched as the sorceress, stoned out of her mind, began to play with the water as though it were the most natural thing to do. She created an almost dance with the water.

A small smile graced his lips as he took another hit. "This is good stuff," he confessed. "Though, it's a wonder you're conscious."

When she hadn't responded beyond a hum, he snorted. "Barely conscious. Let's get you back so you don't do anything ridiculous," He chuckled as he slid from his branch. He offered her the blunt. "Last drag."

Y/N smiled and dropped her spell as she approached. She carefully took the blunt and finished it off, blinking.

Astarion snickered. "Yeah. Let's go. You need to lay down."

"We could lay down here and look at the stars," She slurred with a giggle, the smoke leaking from her mouth.

Astarion smiled softly despite himself as he met her eyes. He sighed heavily. "Thank you. For coming here."

Y/N smiled and said, "Can i hug you?"

She was always careful of his feelings. He happily opened his arms in silent invitation. Though he tried to convince himself otherwise, he knew she was worried for him after he'd stormed off. Having her there, holding him close and making him feel like he belongs…

"I'm grateful to have you, Y/N," He sighed softly, resting his chin on her head. "You're…obnoxious, stoned girl."

Y/N smiled and squeezed him. She didn't speak, not wanting to slur or mumble incoherently. She wanted only to hold him, remind him he was safe again. 

He was more than just a vampire.

He was Astarion.

[quirkless-accident]

Ease the Pain

TW: Recreational marijuana use -----

Danny breathed in deep, taking in the crisp, cold air nipping at his ears. Despite the chill he wore no shirt and no shoes, much more comfortable in the colder weather with the least amount of clothes he could get away with wearing.

He took a second, just like he always did on nights like these, to sit back and appreciate the moon in all of her glory. She was a waning crescent tonight, partially covered by clouds that threatened rain in the morning.

He took another deep breath in, held it for a moment, and let it out slowly. It was late-or early depending on who you were-and despite the peaceful night and the comforting cold, he couldn't sleep. Everything just hurt so much today. And it's not unusual for his body to reject him like this. being electrocuted will do that to a person, after all. So will the hero training and internships and secret missions he's going on. His joints are for sure upset with him.

He's tried several types of different medications, but due to his metabolism none of them seem to work for long periods of time. And because it's chronic pain that he has, there's not much Recovery Girl can do.

Sam came through, though. It was one overwhelming night of pain where he couldn't stop the crying or the emotional spiral, but in the end she had just what he needed. Or rather her grandmother did since she was the one with the med card, but that's neither here nor there. What matters most is that he has one pre-roll left, and he's fully intending to use it.

He checks the pockets of his sweatpants for his lighter that he forgot, before sighing in frustration. He puts one end of the joint in his mouth, and pinches the other with his thumb and index finger, using his powers to light it. It glows green for a moment, and then bright red. Danny takes a drag, inhales one more time for good measure, and lets it out slow.

The first hit never does much for him, but it's a meditative part of his process that he appreciates just as much as the high itself.

He started smoking in secret about a year ago, when the pain started to get unbearable. By itself, before all of the constant hero shit, it was no problem to deal with. Just a little nagging sensation in the back of his head that was easy to tune out. It wasn't supposed to be a long term solution, especially when he's technically doing it illegally, but it's the only thing that works for longer than a few minutes.

Besides, he graduates from U.A. in three months, and turns eighteen in one, where he'll then be able to get his card. So no harm no foul, really. And even if he does get in trouble with the school, it'll probably just be no more than a slap on the wrist. He's so close to finishing, and he's got a steady hero he's working under until he can save up for his own agency.

he takes another drag and taps off the ash from the end of his joint. There's a cold tingle starting to go up his temples, and a pleasant buzzing in the back of his brain that quiets his louder, more harmful thoughts.

Another drag. He closes his eyes, focusing on the way the cold wind feels against his exposed skin, savoring it like a weighted blanket. His core hums. The pain starts to ease.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Danny flinches hard, not having heard his teacher come up behind him. He drops his half-finished joint and it falls onto one of the other's patios. Danny whirls around, trying to act casual even though he knows his teacher definitely saw all of that.

"Mr. Aizawa! What are you doing up here so late?" He asks, trying to will the smell of weed away.

His teacher quirks an eyebrow, but he doesn't look upset. Though it's a little hard to tell. One eye is covered by the eye patch, and he's bundled in warm clothes, with a thick, grey scarf that's not his capture weapon wrapped around the bottom half of his face.

"Came to check on you," his teacher says as he walks up to Danny. "It's late. Couldn't sleep?" he asks again.

"Not tonight," Danny answers.

"Hm."

They stand there for a moment, Aizawa casually looking him up and down while Danny's anxiety spikes, because even though he's not worried about getting in trouble with the school, he's still very terrified of getting in trouble with Aizawa.

"Relax, kid," Aizawa tells him. "I'm not here to bust your balls about weed."

"You're not?"

"It would be pretty hypocritical of me, don't you think?" Aizawa asks him. he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a new joint, and a little yellow lighter. He lights it, takes a drag, and hands it to Danny, who, for a moment, is too stunned to do anything.

"I didn't know you smoked," Danny says as he finally takes the offered weed.

"Usually I use edibles, but Hizashi almost mixed it up with the regular brownies the other day. Nearly gave me a heart attack when I saw Eri eating like, four of them."

Danny chuckles at the image as he hands the joint back to his teacher. It's no secret that he and Present Mic are married, but it's not often that Aizawa tells them anything like this about his personal life. Usually this kind of thing comes from Mic during the downtime they sometimes have in class.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, just passing the joint back and forth. Danny forces his muscles to relax as he focuses on the tingle in his temples, and his mouth is twitching up into a smile without his control.

"I get it, you know," Aizawa says after a few minutes.

"Get what?" Danny asks, taking another drag.

"The need," Aizawa says, nodding towards the joint. "I smoke to take the edge off the pain, or just to relax because my hell class is about to graduate and be out on their own. Weather's been changing a lot, though. Makes my leg ache more than usual."

Danny sometimes forgets about his teacher's prosthetic, but now that he's pointed it out it makes a lot of sense. Metal being joined to the skin with the healing fast tracked by certain medical quirks is bound to have some lasting effect. And if he's actually saying something about it to someone who isn't recovery Girl or Present Mic, it must be pretty bad.

"It helps with my chronic pain," Danny tells him. "The neuropathic pain caused from the accident."

Aizawa, as well as the whole class, found out about Danny's secret during the War, when they were tossing around suggestions about bringing ghosts in to the fight since the League had briefly recruited Vlad. It had been a...Interesting conversation.

"Does it flare up a lot?" Aizawa asks him.

"Some nights are worse than others," Danny offers. "The cold sometimes helps. But the marijuana is more consistently effective.

"And regular pain killers?" Aizawa asked, but Danny doesn't mind. It's not invasive or judgmental, the way his teacher asks him. He's just curious.

"My metabolism is too fast for them. Even the really strong stuff only lasts about an hour at the longest, and it doesn't do much overall. Weed is nice, cause it relaxes my body, and my thoughts go all quiet, and my pain eases a bit. I can actually get a full night's sleep with it."

"It makes Hizashi really loopy," Aizawa tells him. Maybe it's the weed, or maybe it's just the solidarity of using it to ease their respective pains, but Danny's happy that Aizawa is opening up to him like this. In just a few short months they'll be more colleagues than anything. And they'll probably work together a lot, too, since Danny has one foot in the underground scene. "He gets really giggly, then really hungry, and then he passes out for twelve hours."

"I got Jazz to try it once," Danny says through his laughter. "But it was through brownies. And there was a batch for me and my friends, the strong stuff, and a weaker batch, and she thought they were both the same. She was way more paranoid than usual, but her second trip went way better."

They were up their for a while. They finished the first joint not long after, and Danny went down to get the one he dropped when Aizawa had accidentally scared him, and finished that one, too.

Later, in his bed staring up at the glow in the dark star stickers, he felt his whole body relax into the mattress. The pain had been dulled, almost nonexistent for now. There's an almost overwhelming sense of relief. Of peace. Like everything is a little more manageable for a little while longer.

He manages to sleep through the whole night.

[citizenstarlight]

i may have taken too many gummies cause I had an upset tummy. i no longer have an upset tummy, but I'm high af. omg.

[we-were-so-beautiful]

1. day five

it's here! the first chapter of my bbu story featuring vanessa + juniper, which I'm tentatively calling "imperfectly consistent". this story is heavily inspired by many of the great pet whump series and other whump writings I've discovered in the last few months, especially those by @maracujatangerine and @whumpzone as well as @justbreakonme , @haro-whumps , @emmettnet and many, many others. this is my first time writing or posting anything like this, so please feel free to send me feedback and tell me what you think!

This entire story comes with major content warnings for drug and alcohol abuse, as well as the standard box boy universe fare: pet whump, dehumanization, conditioning, etc. Individual chapters will have specific content warnings and tags as well; please do tell me if there are any I need to add.

[masterlist] [chapter two]

“Shit. Shit.”

“What’s up?” asks the voice on the video call.

Vanessa clasps a hand over her mouth and breathes out hard through her nose, eyes wide and laser-focused on the middle distance. “Fuck. Okay. You know that… that dude on the shelter site?”

“The one who you said was in there longer than usual?”

“Yeah. He’s still there.”

“Still? How many days has it been now?”

“Five.”

The silence hums between them like a gathering storm.

“I’ve never seen anyone stay there five days before. I, I’ve been watching the site for months and I’ve barely seen anyone get to four. If he doesn’t get picked up by tomorrow…” Vanessa inhales through her nose. “Rose, I gotta do something.”

“You mean like… adopt him?”

Vanessa twitches at the term. “Fuck, no. I’d literally be so bad at being a rescuer. But like… maybe I can find someone to take him? I mean, shit, I could cover the fees for them, I could even pick him up and keep him here until they could come get him, I just… I can’t let a person die like that.”

—

“Listen, this is maybe weird but…”

“...yeah, that kind of Pet. But he’s a rescue, and…”

“...no, you wouldn’t even have to be here by tomorrow, I could pick him up for you and—”

“You do understand this is a seven-day kill shelter?”

“…Hello?”

Vanessa stares hard at her phone. There’s one last call she could make; one she really, really doesn’t want to. But a life—someone else’s life—is quite literally on the line. Desperate times, and all that shit.

She takes a deep breath and dials.

“Hey, M—hello? …of course. Bonjour, Noémie. Is Victoria available today? …no, of course not. What about tomor—right, uh huh, yeah. Okay. Well… I mean, you wouldn’t be interested in adopting a pet, would you? …yeah, of course not, never mind. Au revoir.”

So much for that.

—

They reconvene the video call hours from when they left off, Vanessa spent and Roselle somber. “I called every person I could think of, Rose. I’m so tired.” She looks it: pale, drained, practically vanishing in her chair. “Please tell me you have better news.” 

Roselle shakes her head grimly. “I put the message out on rescuetok, but nothing so far. I don’t know if it’s realistic to find someone through there on this kind of time.”

“What about your parents?”

“I’m sorry, Ness. I asked. They said no.”

“Oh, come on!” Vanessa slaps the table a little harder than she means to, jostling the screen. “But they’re so nice! Like, if anyone was going to take a rescue, it should be them! I thought they said they were against the practice!”

“They are, Ness,” Roselle sighs, rubbing at the bridge of her nose.

“Not enough to keep an actual human person from being murdered for it, apparently!” Vanessa stands up and paces back and forth across the room. “Fuck. Fuck! I have to take him.”

Roselle looks up and blinks. “You what?”

“I mean, if nobody else is gonna do it—! It’s not like I don’t have the money. Or the space. I mean, I sure as shit don’t have the personality, but—fuck, dude! What else am I supposed to do?”

“You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

“I just… watching the shelter sites was supposed to just be a little thing I could do that mattered, y’know? And now it is so big and so fucking real and, and…” Her hands are flailing past her ears now, wrists and elbows oscillating wildly.

“Hey. Nessa.” Roselle pulls her focus, the calm timbre back in her voice. “He’s still got one more day, right?” Vanessa nods sullenly. “So you’ve got a day. Think about it. Wrap your head around it, as much as you can. In the meantime, we’ll see if anyone else picks him up, or gets back to us, or if anything else that could happen happens. And if they don’t, you’ll be ready.” Vanessa raises her eyebrows as if to protest. “At least, a little more ready than you are now,” she amends.

“You’re right. You’re… thanks, Rose. You’re good at this. You always are.” She tilts her head. “God, I wish you could take him. You’d be so much better at helping him than me. Than anyone, probably.”

Roselle smiles ruefully. “Yeah, not in senior year pre-law. And definitely not in a dorm room. I’ll help you help him, though. You know I’m here for you, any time.”

“You’re the best, Rosarita Beans. Speaking of pre-law, though, should I like… let you go study? I feel like I just took up a whole bunch of your day.” She grimaces.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Like I said, I’m here for you. I probably should go, though, if you’re okay for now.” Vanessa nods again. “Alright then, text me if you need anything, okay? And make sure you sleep before tomorrow, you’re gonna need it. Oh, and I’m guessing you haven’t eaten yet, so do that for me? Okay bye, love you.”

She’s right again, of course. “I’m not hungry,” Vanessa tries to protest, but Roselle has already ended the call. 

Well, if she’s going to eat—and sleep, probably, come to that—she’s gonna need an assist. She fires off a text. AUSTIN, it says. EMERGENCY. COME TF OVER.

As you wish, he replies. The weed man cometh.

—

Austin shows up forty minutes later, and she wraps her arms around his waist and hugs him until he chucks her shoulder and says, “Dude, let me in, it’s freezing out.” They climb the stairs to Vanessa’s favorite living room and in short order the bong water is bubbling and pizzas are on their way.

“You know, the nuts thing is, just going off his picture the dude should’ve gotten picked up, like, right away. I mean, lookit ‘im,” Vanessa rambles, poking a finger at the thumbnail next to the number 414374 in the shelter site’s neat little table. It expands to show a man with sharp features, pale skin and blue eyes, with waves of black hair cascading over impressively broad shoulders. “He’s like, super hot, right? I mean or he would be without the brainwashing 'n shit.”

Austin cranes his head down to see. “Yeah, I’d do him. Without the brainwashing and shit.”

“Yeah! So like, here’s the thing right? Dudes who look like that get snatched up in like a day. Two, tops. It’s like… okay this is horrible but it’s like a borzoi at a humane society, you know? They’re gonna be there for like five minutes.”

“You said he’s been there for five days, though.”

“Exactly! So like, what is his deal, man? What could possibly be up with him that would make all the crazy ass pet people not go ‘yeah I want that one’ like, immediately?”

“Dude, yeah. Huh.”

Vanessa laughs around a mouthful of smoke until she doubles over coughing. “Oh, shit, dude, what am I getting myself into?”

[ghostlyschizophrenic]

!!! tw: drug misuse !!!

i’m high off my ass on ativan and weed and my brain finally feels quiet. kintsugi kid “ten years in a chemical haze i missed the way i felt nothing” by fall out boy vibes tonight. fall out boy make me feel better like you have for the last 10 years of my life please god

[swagtastic-bougie-pompadour]

Hey clive, can you 'ask the director' about the policy of smoking weed/eating edibles?

Now mind you, it's not gonna be at the school. I'm not like that, it's gonna be in my house, which is just outside Mesagoza.

I've been having issues with eating, and my body has been a bit sore as of recently. I did a bit of research, and I saw that it can help with that.

I'm just asking if the possession of any cbd products will get you expelled, even if it's in your one home (not doorms, HOME. I feel like I need to clarify that)

(@team-frustration-boss-zakuyamo )

Zakuyamo, I'm gonna "level" with you.

...As long as nobody's smoking up the dorms/school and making a difficult living environment, as long as you're of age, and as long as your progress in classes isn't inhibited by it (which is honestly more of a you-and-your-teachers deal), we're "chill". And those all seem to "check out".

If that helps you medically, "more power to you".

[myersesque]

maybe this is a weird thing to say but as soon as they showed joel drinking n taking pills i immediately thought of this youtube comment Years Ago where someone was implying that joel refusing a drink from tess somehow showed he was still morally good (because... they think addicts are inherently bad people, i guess?) and watching that scene, i hope that youtube commenter is absolutely raging rn

idk just. given how fucked up joel's life has been at that point (and how understandably traumatised he would be, which i'm glad the show is leaning more into), it always felt rlly fucked up to me that there was some section of the playerbase (you know the ones) that valued joel based on his ability to not visibly struggle with things in a way real people would, especially since they were often the same people to hate him in part 2 for *checks notes* being happy. something something toxic masculinity something something ableism, idk, i just think it's important that joel is allowed to be not just vulnerable (albeit behind closed doors, only ever when he's alone or with tess) but messy about it.

(of course this isn't me saying this is a good thing. please for the love of god do not do this if you can help it, there are far better coping mechanisms out there. but it makes perfect sense for joel to show suffering in this specific way)

[moonglowmuses]

"it’s always you." ( marty x dana )

in a rare moment for the man, at least, he was sober. he tended to function best when he was smoking weed. it eased his nerves and pains and what-have-you. for this conversation, though? marty wanted to be free from other influences. he and dana had the beginning of a conversation about their feelings for one another. when she said what she did? he felt his palms growing sweaty. "come on, dane. don't mess with me here." in addition to being a hardcore beauty, dana polk was smart. she was motivated. she had so many things that he did not. "you could do a lot better than some stoner you only hang around because you feel sorry for him." was he making some assumptions? yes, he was. "sorry. i really shouldn't complain. but, seriously, dane? i am serious about you. so there you have it! i CAN be serious about some things!" marty flashed dana a nervous smile, trying to focus on anything that was not his beating heart.

@daydrcamings

[burgerspeople]

thinking once again about judy and kima getting stoned as fuck on edibles because it’s so relatable to my first experience with edibles

[rabbithaver]

every time i see that post abt the giant weed gummy with 20,000mg of THC i have to wonder what eating that bitch would do to your brain. i can only take half a 10mg gummy at a time or else i gain the ability to feel the presence of my teeth inside my skull, i think if i ate that whole gummy i would simply evaporate